Originally posted by: karkuzhali
Chapter 57.
The Story thus reaches the heights ..The author presents the update like unveiling the canvasWith the artist's impression revealed with all the charm endlessI do not know how many days or months the author tookTo portray the scene in the arena every corner and nookStarting from the grief stricken father ChachajaanTo the loyal man of the protagonist Chota Zayaan..It was like watching a suspense filled Hollywood thrillerSitting biting our nails to know who is the ultimate winner..In the arena the noble father is concerned about his only sonOn whom he had till now bestowed all his love and affectionHis heart is torn with the cruel spectacle he may have to face" Please Khudha..do not make me see my son die with disgrace.."There in the cell, she bore a pathetic sight to witnessSitting curled up in a corner like a girl in distress..Chanting the words," Pray.. he endures the assault..and get the pardon"Hoping that the hardened heart of the Shehzaade becomes molten.The Royal family is present in the arena with high expectationCurious to know about the fate of the Ustaad in conclusion..Among them seated is a noticeable woman in blue veilWith the heart pounding and praying for his victory in full scaleThere the Kunwar gets ready to fight with the Ustaad the battleThe scores with him for a long time , he had waited to settleAnd..what a dramatic entry of the Ustaad on the field!The Shehzaade wonders, " How ?How did he get healed?""How could he fight the two warriors?" worried are his menA voice comes as a prophecy, "Haven't you heard of a wounded lion?"The duel starts- taking her position, our commentator SahibaGives a lucid account of the fight, stroke by stroke, without a flawLike a commentator in the test match who doesn't miss anythingShe describes every step of the fight that takes place in the ringWhereas the Kunwar uses his poisonous brain to defeat UstaadHe in turn uses his tactful brain to outwit the prince, the fraud.Allowing his opponent to waste 40 strokes, he makes him weakBounces on him like a wounded lion, with vengeance to wreak"Khan sahib, my character was maligned..I was dragged to the sabha.."" The Prince will regret..This one is for you my Heera"The evil man whose evil mind planned to use a poisoned daggerTurned out fatal on himself , he fell with his dreams going shatteredHearing the news, she sits like a noble woman, in her cellFeeling happy that he has acted as a prop against her life's battles.The frenzied crowd celebrate the victory of the moghul warriorWhether the Parnagarhis or the locals, each having their own reason whatsoeverEagerly wait for the next duel with the second opponent to ensueSitting with fingers crossed hoping he would get throughThe story stops here bringing back the readers to the groundWho , along with the spectators, were watching the events spellboundWe thank the author who has artistically painted the canvasLet us cheer her by clapping our hands, for her magnum opus!Karkuzhali.
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